Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from New Zealand and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Public Image Ltd.. All the underground hits.
All Pylon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lyres record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Hill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monolake,
Alice Coltrane,
DNA,
10cc,
T. Rex,
The Birthday Party,
The Shadows of Knight,
Throbbing Gristle,
Stiv Bators,
Yazoo,
FM Einheit,
Zapp,
Warren Ellis,
Peter & Gordon,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Iggy Pop,
Aural Exciters,
Ornette Coleman,
One Last Wish,
Sällskapet,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Josef K,
Clear Light,
Massinfluence,
Arcadia,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Subhumans,
The Fire Engines,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Whodini,
Soulsonic Force,
Ice-T,
Minor Threat,
Saccharine Trust,
The Fortunes,
Jawbox,
Deadbeat,
Pierre Henry,
A Certain Ratio,
Television,
Easy Going,
Kerri Chandler,
Agitation Free,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Smog,
Suicide,
The Evens,
Susan Cadogan,
Ponytail,
The Five Americans,
Mandrill,
Tres Demented,
Inner City,
Sandy B,
Gil Scott Heron,
Dawn Penn,
The Smoke,
Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.